Derek Cole heads to Vegas for a business meeting and sightseeing, dealing with an MS flare-up that forces him to switch to glasses. Two companions contribute poetic spoken-word interludes exploring themes of love, longing, and identity throughout the trip.
Hey guys, Derek Cole here. The main problem we see any season is dirt. All right guys, trip to Vegas begins.
My little songs. I give you love like I'm giving treats. I place you in my melodies to try and bring you back where you belong. But it's just an issue of timing. We're more patiently dying. Or maybe I'm just lying to myself, but I can see us forever.
Probably if our pops got a mom's a ring. My mom got my papa's son, a broad that sprung off of his offspring. Screaming at the top of lungs, T.O.R.O.! The C-Nose Mama's wallet sings a song not often sung. We talk of things that we don't know. Ludicrous dreams of falling in love. Till it's not you, it's me that's falling off of your tongue. It's all good, 'cause baby, I've been on my own. Nothing but a Swisher Sweet to keep me in my zone.
So in the interest of time, love, make up your mind. Mind. How many times do two people have to let each other go? I can see us forever doing nothing together. I could see us forever doing nothing together. Oh, I can see us forever doing nothing together. I can see us forever doing nothing together.
Well, we're here in Vegas. Waiting for the meeting tomorrow. Getting some sightseeing. Had to switch to the glasses because of the MS flare-up going through. So, uh, till tomorrow.
Ah, ah.
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